The Beauty Part
I met Martin Wolff through this blog. He wrote and I responded, and he wrote back, and soon enough, we were pen pals. Not only did I gain a virtual friend, I had the good fortune to be in a dialogue with a very sharp guy who had more to teach me than I had to teach him.
That didn't become fully clear until Martin mentioned that he had recorded a CD of sacred Hindu chants. Out of curiosity, I asked for a copy. My expectations were low. Yours would be as well. A guy from Jersey privately recording music from a tradition thousands of miles and years distant--what are the odds he's great?
He is great. There's no look-at-me in his voice. Martin dissolves into the chants, and becomes them, and then it's over. I emerge, blinking, delighted by the lack of ego. So I interviewed Martin--he's way smart about the God thing--and wrote him up, pointing with pride to his CD, Shakti~Bhakti.
That didn't become fully clear until Martin mentioned that he had recorded a CD of sacred Hindu chants. Out of curiosity, I asked for a copy. My expectations were low. Yours would be as well. A guy from Jersey privately recording music from a tradition thousands of miles and years distant--what are the odds he's great?
He is great. There's no look-at-me in his voice. Martin dissolves into the chants, and becomes them, and then it's over. I emerge, blinking, delighted by the lack of ego. So I interviewed Martin--he's way smart about the God thing--and wrote him up, pointing with pride to his CD, Shakti~Bhakti.




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